Zhang Yingying was probably surprised by Mo La and Luo Yuan's design, or she wanted to say a few words for Bai Xinyan, but she also had to take care of Ronan's feelings. After several struggles in her heart, she remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke again:
"If those two people really want to play this trick, it will be a battle of routes. As for opening a trumpet?"
Ronan laughed: "If the ability is so strong that it can be greatly exceeded, why not? It would be good to get rid of the bad reputation of the past and travel lightly. Then again, Luo Yuan's reputation is not very good, at least with me. …Forget it, there’s no need to be suspicious.”
With that said, Ronan changed the subject again: "On your part, you might as well clarify, what is the so-called 'route dispute'?"
Zhang Yingying was thousands of miles away, counting on her fingers: "Of course yours is the 'coreless flow', no, that's not right, it should be the 'fantasy flow', it can be called the 'fantasy route';
"What Levi has brought out now is the movement and the burner, but there is also a set of 'perfect bodies' for the outside world, but they are just one step short of perfection. Haha, it can be called a 'half-cut flow', okay? Well, let’s be more objective and call it the ‘Dark Blue Route’.”
It wasn't until the new person appeared that she got a little stuck: "As for Luo Yuan, cloning flow? Well, that clone can only be regarded as a PPT, and the corresponding solution for the ability user..."
Zhang Yingying tried her best to use her brain: "Judging from the current situation, it may be aimed at ordinary people? It may not be attractive enough to the other world, but Mr. He may only be on the first page of the PPT display... This person's plane crossbow last year, It's amazing enough, and it's enough to make people imagine. In any case, judging from his usual field, it should be the 'gene route'."
Ronan mused: "Dark Blue, Gene, Fantasy...the division of fields is not very clear, but the labels are very identifiable, and it makes sense."
"That's right." Zhang Yingying hummed twice, and suddenly felt a little less confident, "Isn't it bad for us to come to a conclusion so early? Of course, extraordinary people cannot be underestimated, but compared to you and Levi, aren't they even worse? ?”
"Oh, that's too much praise... but can you please stop putting me and Levi together?"
"That's true."
"So we must also pay attention to the facts."
"Fact? You know it again?"
"Xia City needs to pay more attention to it."
Of course Ronan wouldn't say it. After getting the news, he sent a ray of thought to Xia City, and with the help of the "control thread" of the magneto-optical mica, he performed several operations on the cloned body that was already on the autopsy table. Round cut.
At this time, Ronan's understanding of this special "PPT" was probably only inferior to that of Luo Yuan and Mo La.
By the way, he also paid attention to the positions of the two key figures. Mo La was still in the light, acting naturally and not minding that his whereabouts were exposed; as for Luo Yuan, who was suspected of being involved, there was no trace.
Literally, none on the entire planet.
So has that guy entered the deep blue world, or is he hiding in the undiscovered medium-to-large fragments in the fog maze, waiting for the next opportunity to take action?
So, is it "Three Kingdoms" or "Trumpet"?
Ronan couldn't really confirm it.
Of course, Zhang Yingying didn't know the twists and turns, so she continued the previous topic: "Have you gotten any results from your attention?"
"Not yet. However, we need to observe this 'product launch' in the future; the product's pertinence and focus are worthy of consideration." As he said that, Ronan's thoughts jumped, "What was the reaction from the He family? Is there any news coming out through official or private channels?"
"I can't see it for now, I'm just watching... Well, what are you suspecting?"
"According to past logic..."
"What?"
"I mean, according to Mo La's way of doing things, the core work should have been completed before the most eye-catching display. As you can see, this 'product display' in public is also quite high-profile. So, substitute the previous framework , and what is the core work that they might do in advance?”
"Probably...to deal with customers?"
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yingying was silent for a moment, and answered after half a second: "Are you suspicious of the He family? Do they want to take this route?"
"Well……"
Ronan was still wording words, and Zhang Yingying's subsequent words came over like a machine gun:
"Isn't it right? Right under your nose, they are not an extraordinary family. They would only engage in distant relations and close attacks when they are crazy. Do you want Secretary He's early work in Xia City to be ruined by such stupid things? Then the whole place Are you going to pay for it? What is the old saying: Those who insult their neighbors by being rude, greedy and ignorant, will perish...
"Besides, when working with Luo Yuan, aren't you afraid that one day the clones will steal your home? When we all get together for dinner, the table is full of clones. This scene is not funny at all!"
"Hey, hey, just open your mind, don't jump to conclusions."
Ronan managed to get in, but a thought flashed through his mind:
It sounds like I haven't seen He Yueyin for a long time.
It is said that she has made great progress in the upgrade of the Burner movement, but the specific situation is still not clear. However, no matter what, that road is coming to an end after all...
Ronan was distracted for a moment, and suddenly Zhang Yingying came up with a new idea:
"Speaking of which, they asked Secretary He to take the dark blue route. Now that Luo Yuan's genetic route is being considered, will they send someone to learn from you later to promote the coreless flow and jump on the fantasy route?"
Ronan came back to his senses and thought again: "He Dongliang, He Donglou's cousin, actually came to see me..."
"Do you really dare? You can sail three boats like this and put some people on one boat. You can preserve your foundation no matter what... It really is the Three Kingdoms? Is it a traditional art of a wealthy family?"
Ronan sighed: "I told you not to think nonsense. Instead of doing this, why not call and ask."
"Who to ask? Secretary He? She must be in retreat now... You can't ask He Donglou. It's unknown whether he has swallowed his liver, gallbladder, heart and lungs back into his stomach. Besides, is it really useful to ask him?"
"Asking won't kill anyone."
"You said it lightly. If you really called me and asked about this kind of thing, would you believe that the He family would really dare to sacrifice a few lives to explain it?"
"...So I didn't want to fight."
"Oh, okay, I understand. I... you don't need me, just let Paper Cut test it out. Is there anything you need me to tell you?"
In this way, the ripples caused by the attack spread to the Great Golden Triangle area thousands of kilometers away, then bounced off the shore and came back to interfere with the center of the lake where the pebbles fell.
Young Master He, who had always been carefree and dissolute, became the focus of attention.
He has always prided himself on being a social nerd. On weekdays, he has friends from all walks of life all over Xia City. I was frightened by the attack this time, but I was still slightly relieved. Naturally, some well-informed people called me to express their condolences.
When the relevant videos spread all over social media and were reported on the local news in Xiacheng, more and more people took the initiative to contact him.
At the beginning, He Donglou could still talk about his experience of escaping from death and brag a few words to cope with it. Later, when the excitement of high stimulation passed, my energy quickly became exhausted. I was extremely disgusted with those same words, whether they were spoken by others or myself.
He began to consider burying himself in sleep. Anyway, he was in the hospital now, so whatever he did made sense... In fact, he had already fallen asleep several times, and woke up several times in between, which was not very stable.
Just like this, I woke up from a light sleep and spent a long night in a daze.
Very early the next day, before the sun came out, He Donglou woke up completely and sat in bed with his eyes open in a daze. Subconsciously turning the bracelet, my mind hesitated, not sure whether to put the thought of turning into action.
This high profile attack;
The one who looked exactly like him;
The conspiracy design involving the extraordinary being Mela;
And there was the attitude of his father who left him here and left in a hurry...
He originally thought that after encountering the danger, some chaotic situations would become clearer. But it was obvious that he had a natural case of childishness.
Whether it was out of concern or contempt, no one told him what was going on. Even my personal boss, Lao Si, was called to the police station to go through the process because he hurt someone in public, and could not be questioned.
It made him feel as if he was just a functional prop in this chain of events—thrown away after use.
This is a very self-esteem-damaging realization.
But what is even sadder is that as the brain thinks more deeply in the morning, the corresponding evidence seems to become more and more clear.
"Dry!"
Ho Tung Lau could only vent his anger through swear words.
In the ward, the newly dispatched temporary bodyguard just raised his eyelids, glanced in his direction, and then entered the clay carving and wood sculpture mode again.
"...I want to beat someone up."
But he could only be beaten.
With his increasingly clear self-awareness, He Donglou suddenly felt the urge to cry.
So now who can tell him what's going on? He has been waiting since the moment of the accident. Does he have to wait any longer?
In the midst of his self-pity, the bracelet vibrated again. He subconsciously pressed it down, but when he saw the contact clearly, he hurriedly dialed back:
"Hey, hello, paper-cut brother! Sorry, I pressed it accidentally. Oh, thank you, brother, I'm fine. I'm just holding in my anger and can't spit it out.
"I don't know anything, and no one expects me to know... Huh? Can you tell me? Okay, I know, but you have to understand it one by one when you get beaten. Just say it, I will just listen!"
The bodyguard in the ward raised his eyelids again, this time calmly, and with his hands behind his back, he made an operation and reported the latest situation in the room to his superior.
This is his most important job besides security duties.
However, it was somewhat beyond the professional's expectation. It didn't take long for Mr. He, who had been saying "um um ah ah", to suddenly become excited.
He quickly hung up the communication, patted the hospital bed, and straightened his back: "Let's go, discharged... Yes, let me tell you! Is Chief of Staff He at home?"
